Review – Terror’s Advocate

Back when I was a lawyer, I knew folks who shared Jacques Verges’s general outlook on life. They were a big part of why I gave up the profession. Verges and his ilk are consummate egoists, feeding their own sense of magnificence by seeking acquittal for criminals who don’t vaguely deserve it. Indeed, the more monstrous the client the sweeter the victory. Though even the likes of Ilich “Carlos the Jackal” Ramirez Sanchez and Klaus “The Butcher of Lyon” Barbie are entitled to competent legal counsel, Verges revels in a job that oughtn’t to be done with glee. Still, his life might have made an interesting documentary. The money trail connecting fanatics on all sides of the political spectrum might also have been movie-worthy stuff. Sadly, Barbet Schroeder swiftly loses himself in his own maze and slowly meanders around in it for more than two hours. A director with his experience has no excuse for disorganization that drains the life from what should have been a much better production. See if desperate